After rethinking the events in my mind, I came to conclusion that..

I was going insane.

After staying still for a couple of minutes, my breathing had settled and I stood up against the wall. Observing the motionless room, my eyes wandered until it met with the sweatshirt on the bed. Walking over to the edge of the bed, I stared down at the sweatshirt and threw myself onto it. The fresh smell of detergent instantly smacked my face as my body slowly sunk into the warm sheets of my bed. I stretched my arms and imagined myself being drifted away on a cloud, worry free, without any problems or anyone. I'm going insane. How is it that the first time Chanyeol kissed me, he seemed so innocent and small.. but this time he seemed like a beast and.. not so small. Ugh. I have no idea how I'm going to face him in ten minutes. I'm not freaking out, but I'm freaking out. A short period passed when I finally got up and changed into my pajama bottoms. After walking into the bathroom, I looked at myself in the mirror and brought my hand up to the top button of my shirt and removed it from its slit... I never liked having the entire thing buttoned. Turning on the faucet, I cupped my hands under the icy water, watching as it pooled in my hands slowly. My reflection appeared suddenly, staring back at me blankly. It seemed that even he didn't know the answers. I slipped my eyes closed, quickly bring the water to my face, splashin